Poems fantastical!!

Knowledge will feed an open heart An open heart will see the stars Oh seeker wrapped in wool, whom dance the moon to beautiful song, They greet kings of every land with knowledge of man etched in the sands Oh seeker wrapped in wool with hands rubbed with an ancient dust The seas are filled with a bounty for our friendsamongstthe stars Oh seeker wrapped in wool refrain the velvet berry and Roman road The natural order and land of justice will safekeep our higher elementof love Oh seeker wrapped in wool the sewers of kif are filled with a brothers love At school with wolf and laughing lakes Conflicting the child's mind in the land of the kif Knowledge will feed an open heart An open heart will see the stars

Stay close, the rhythm of this town hints at the devils fairground, The gypsy congregation reside here and steal with painted hands of make belief Made up and loaded with rustic potion, they pass on heavens to the social classes bringing down a something to prove government with well plucked feathers of magic. Pick pocket the slick rocket, disparagement of the impoverished, gates to the moon or gates to the oldest lands. Time to ask the old man.

Light is of his essence It shines on as he breathes As his heart beats on As the great lion sleeps Hear him roar across the sands To bind deep blue shades of truth  Crumble they will the tall and dark castles Of the dark and potent milieu He stands tall on the periphery Of moon, world and sea Open your mind and soul A bounty is yours to be

The mist behind the sun is of the unseen Perpetual movements subtle of the seven world's and seas The force of knowledge is on the fold Whilst diamond calls to an eternal whim On the mantle there she will lie Whilst the man ruined cries A shot in the dark is this social creatures dream His sadness sits in an empty vase  Lacking the charm, whit and cock sure side of his dreams!!

Open the beauty of eyes! The obstinate whim sits in a vessel of darkness, he does not know where to go, laying face down on a blackened sreet, a fascinating street, on the illuminated streets of crime! His enemy, strangely a good man! This one here, he stands in the rain, laps up the rays of sunlight. This one here he feels around the world's and stars with his beating heart, whatever he finds he learns its essence and moves on having gained the treasures, knowledge and the keys for his hidden heart. He takes the steps through the sands to Elysium. Oh good man of the rain, welcome!

Love a shroud complete, red berries only wolves and bears dare eat, to turn us human would we gain or would we waste, at your service with woollen cloak and shroud, we die for you to feast! " Tell us oh man of this higher element of love, does it satisfy like the garment for you we complete, surely we are more complete than you when our faculties only feed to sustain!" "Love oh Mr wolf, all good and well, envy and indifference only a diamond idol can refrain, man is weak but with much to gain!  Romantic wine is all I see of love, falling and staggering in the mud. Truly in sobriety I am afraid. Tonight as the stars shine for usr I am still afraid. May i sleep with you tonight, Mr wolf, Mr bear, perhaps I can learn from you something of love!"

In this haunted gloomy place All rules have been misplaced By ghosts of gentleman Who walk by the river Like statues stone They invade the homes Of the self interested righteous Tainting their souls that whither The word is of stone This the righteous know Selling potions postcards and promises all together The dancing queen will see a ghostship She will still start the fire Oh dancing queen of the river

I am the master of my own destiny Sometimes I am not With the clouds and the rain that falls I lie asleep and hope This my black cloud This my rotten rope The sun will shine again one day  I lie asleep and hope